La Mexicana

by Navi' Robins

  “Initially yes…but things have changed. So, I couldn’t let anything happen to you.”

  “Oh, pardon me my knight in shining shit!”

  “I don’t have time for this!” Brian roared, while waving his hand in her direction. “Once I know the coast is clear, I will take you wherever you want so that you can get back to your complicated life.”

  “Great! That sounds perfect to me. I know I don’t ever want to see you again.”

  Hearing her proclamation stung, and Brian momentarily stood there, staring at her in silence.

  “If that’s your decision, I’ll respect that. It’s not like I’m actually trying to save your country from a nuclear disaster.”

  “Que? What nuclear disaster?”

  “Never mind, I’ve already said too much.”

  “Brian! I’m not playing with you! This is my home. What do you mean a nuclear disaster?”

  Brian turned away from her while running his hand under his chin. Giving her the side eye, he looked her up and down and gestured for her to have a seat.

  “I’ll keep standing, thank you very much,” she responded, rolling her eyes.

  “Fine, suit yourself. I’m gonna sit. It’s been a long day.”

  “It’s your place, cabron, so do whatever you want.”

  Exhaling deeply, Brian shook his head and began to speak. “My assignment is to intercept the sale of a nuclear device to a well-known and capable Middle Eastern terrorist group. That nuclear device is believed to be in the possession of Hector Ayala, also known as Rey Hector of the Martillo de Dioses cartel. Hector is believed to be brokering the deal with the Middle Eastern terrorist group, selling the device for over a billion dollars and helping them to smuggle it into the United Sta—”

  Rose suddenly started to laugh hysterically until she could barely stand. Puzzled by her reaction, Brian jumped to his feet and walked over to her, demanding an explanation.

  “You Americans are so full of shit! Your government has you so afraid; you don’t know your assholes from your panocha (pussy). Hector Ayala, dealing with Middle Eastern terrorists? Are you serious?”

  “I’m very serious. This isn’t a joke. If we don’t stop this sale, the United States will have no choice but to launch a strike on Mexico City, to neutralize that device before it crosses the border.”

  “They would never!”

  Brian just stood there with a blank look on his face. His facial expression sent chills up her spine as she considered what that could mean for her country…for the entire world.

  “That would start World War III.”

  “Yes, it would, and my mission is to stop that from happening. My government doesn’t know of my involvement and I would like to keep it that way, but I am not your enemy, I’m your ally.”

  “Okay, let’s say you’re telling me the truth…a long shot, but let’s say I believe you. How do you think you’ll convince Hector to turn over that device and turn his back on a billion dollars? It’s no secret he hates your country more than he hates the Escorpiones cartel. And that’s a lot of hate.”

  “I’m not here to convince him. I’m here to eliminate his options.”

  Backing away from Brian, Rose decided it was time for her to leave. She couldn’t spend another second in this bungalow with Brian.

  I would rather face the Escorpiones than team up with this spy. Noticing she was planning to leave, Brian blocked her path and she immediately swung at his face. Leaning backward and dodging her slap, Brian grabbed ahold of her wrist and spun her around in the opposite direction. Momentarily disoriented, Rose looked around in shock before she turned back around to face Brian. Looking up at him and standing so close she could hear his heartbeat, she demanded he let her leave. Brian refused to move, staring back at her in defiance.

  Then without warning, he reached down and forcefully pulled her close to him, and kissed her passionately on the lips. Feeling his lips against hers, Rose gasped and bit down on his bottom lip until her teeth punctured its flesh, spilling blood in both their mouths. Brian growled and pushed her away from him. Staring at her angrily and sucking on his bleeding bottom lip, Brian took an aggressive step towards her, as Rose grabbed both of his ears and pulled him down to her and stuck her tongue in his mouth. She passionately explored his mouth while sharing the blood that was in her mouth with him. Pushing her back, Brian lifted her up in the air and slammed her against the wall, causing her to moan loudly. The two angry lovers began to kiss and violently tear each other’s clothes off and toss them on the floor. Grunting, Brian lifted Rose in the air, turned around and threw her on the couch. Her body landed on the couch so hard, it almost tilted backward onto the floor. Smirking while looking him in his eyes and sticking her fingers in her mouth, Rose opened her legs into a full split and slid her hands down between her legs and began to play with herself.

  Frozen in a trance of primal lust, Brian stood there panting, while watching her please herself with an animalistic hunger.

  “Get over here and fuck me with your tongue,” she demanded, while she slowly removed her fingers from between her legs and licked them, never breaking eye contact.

  Brian rushed over to the couch, making Rose’s eyes widen as she felt him lift her in the air. Her wet and hot center was directly in front of his mouth and he immediately plunged his tongue as far as he could inside of her. A passionate scream escaped her lips as she felt his mouth explore her with a violent eagerness that made every nerve in her body awaken.

  “Oh shit…eat that panocha, papi. Eat that shit…Oh my God!”

  Gripping the back of his head and leaning backward, she spread her legs wider so that Brian could get uninhibited access to her. Placing his hands under her back, he braced her body in the air and intensified his oral assault on her drenched center. The warming sensation of a climax started to build inside her and her inner thighs began to tremble as Brian began sucking on her clit. Noticing she was reaching her climax, Brian suddenly removed his hands from her back and let her body freefall back down on the couch. The sudden descent shocked her and she frantically tried to reach up and grab ahold of his neck, but she missed and her body hit the couch, causing a sharp pain to vibrate through her back.

  “What the fuc—”

  Before she could finish cursing, Brian was sliding his massive muscle in her mouth and she closed her eyes and received him. Her warm mouth, firmly embracing the entire length of him, caused him to moan and his knees buckled at the sensation of her tongue and mouth. Looking up at him, still angry that he interrupted her orgasm, Rose swallowed him and then pulled back while scraping her teeth along his throbbing muscle. Jumping and looking down at her in pain, Brian grabbed ahold of her neck trying to stop her, but she smacked his hands away and immediately swallowed him again. Feeling that he might release before he was able to feel himself inside of her, Brian forcefully pulled himself out of her mouth, lifted her up and bent her over the arm of the couch. Before she could decide if she was ready for him, Brian was thrusting himself inside of her and Rose’s back arched, as the sweet agony of his invasion filled her to the deepest reaches of her passage.

  Grabbing a handful of her ultra-black hair, Brian began to enact the fantasy he had weeks ago as he watched her cleaning his office. Refusing to be outdone, Rose gave back everything he gave her as the two of them embarked on a violent and multiple orgasmic sexual encounter, which nearly destroyed the interior of the living area of the beachside bungalow.

  THE NEXT MORNING

  The soothing sounds of the ocean’s cascading waves and its cool breeze filled the bedroom as Brian stood at the window, looking out at the beautiful blue ocean twelve feet from their door. He would periodically look over at Rose sleeping; her amazing roasted coconut naked body sprawled across the bed. Her body was an incredible sight to behold and yesterday, he got to enjoy every inch of it. Brian had considered sneaking out at first light, but when he thought about just how amazing she was, how amazing she felt—there was no way he
could let her go. Although being with her would complicate his mission and possibly prevent its success, he was willing to take that chance. Before long, she began to squirm and move as she slowly opened her eyes and smiled at him staring at her.

  “Buenos días, papasote,” (Good morning, big daddy) she moaned, looking him in his eyes. Brian knew what that look meant and he was all too willing to give her what her body craved. He quickly walked towards the bed and crawled on the mattress towards her. Right before he was on top of her, she placed her foot on his chest, stopping him and said, “Suave papi chulo, por favor.”

  (Please be gentle sexy daddy) “You put an amazing hurting on my body yesterday. But I still want you inside me; just promise me you’ll be gentle.”

  Brian nodded and slowly moved her foot from his chest and then grabbed her other foot. Holding them both above his head, he slowly moved his hands down her legs while looking in her eyes.

  Grinning, she watched him attentively until he lowered his head between her legs and she felt his warm tongue explore her gently. She leaned her head back as she reached behind her head and held onto the headboard, attempting to brace herself. Brian used his tongue as an adventurer, discovering every hidden treasure no other man had uncovered. Her body submitted to him as her passage became drenched with excitement. Seeing her back arch off the bed, Brian knew she was close, so he reached up and gently held both of her erect nipples between his fingers, and firmly massaged them, the sensation sending Rose over the edge. Her upper torso twisted and turned as she felt the tingling sensation of her orgasm growing stronger every second Brian pleased her. Once the explosion was erupting between her legs, she screamed, “Ay papi!” as her passage released a tidal wave of excitement. Holding herself as she shook like the room temperature dropped to freezing, Brian reached behind her thighs and lifted her up and onto his awaiting muscle. The paired sensation of her orgasm and him entering her gently and deeply caused a high pitch squeal to escape her lips. Pulling her down and closer to him, Brian proceeded to make love to her as she wrapped her legs around his back…

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Complications and Secrets

  Brian admired Rose’s naked body as she stood with her back turned to him, making them both a drink at the small bar in the living room. His emotions were on overdrive as he watched her and before he could place a filter between his brain and mouth, the words spilled out. “I think I’m falling in love with you, Rosita.”

  His words caused Rose to turn around and the surprise in her eyes immediately made Brian regret it. Trying to force a smile, she tilted her head and stared at him as if she was in pain for about ten seconds. Sighing while shaking her head, she stared down at the two glasses in her hand for a few seconds, appearing to be trapped in deep thought. Lifting her head while flashing a smile in Brian’s direction, she began to move towards him with both drinks in her hands. The closer she got to him, the discomfort seemed to build on her face and then suddenly she lost her footing and fell to the floor. The two glasses flew out of her hands and shattered, spilling their drinks and broken glass all over the terra cotta floor tiles. Trying to brace herself from the fall, she slammed her hands down and scraped them across the floor and onto some of the broken glass. The blood from her deep cuts poured out on the floor and Brian leaped to his feet to help her.

  Lifting her up from the floor into his arms, Brian grimaced as he watched the blood continue to pour out of her hands.

  “I have a first aid kit in the car. Wait right here,” he said, while he gently placed her down in the chair.

  Rushing towards the front door, he flung it open and was greeted by a smiling, dark-haired man in a cowboy hat, white collared shirt, and blue jeans. Behind him was a host of men holding automatic assault rifles pointed in Brian’s direction.

  “Buenos días, Señor. Is it a perfect day to die, don’t you think?” the man said, smiling while looking up at the sun. Brian immediately held up his hands and backed away into the bungalow. The smiling man and his fifteen companions immediately flooded into the bungalow. The smile on the man’s face gave way to surprise and rage as he noticed Rose bleeding in the chair. Rushing to her side, he gripped her hands and glared over at Brian with a hateful stare.

  “What did you do to her, cabron?” “She slipped and fell on some glass.”

  “Yeah, you American men always say your women slipped and fell when you put your foot in their asses. Rosita, is he telling the truth?”

  “Yes carnal (close friend), he has been a perfect gentleman. You know how clumsy I can be,” Rose responded, while looking at Brian with regret in her eyes. Grunting and looking Brian up and down, the smiling man rose to his feet and stormed over to face Brian.

  “My name is Ramiro, Rey Hector’s enforcer. He sent me here to get Rosita and also bring him the man that saved his Rosita’s life.”

  His Rosita and how the fuck does Hector know where “here” is?

  “Being that you two spent close to two full days of fun under the Mexican sun, I’m sure he has a few questions for you,” Ramiro continued, while looking over Brian’s scarred face. Turning towards his companions, he pointed at Brian and said, “Le dio una buena cojida, eh?” (She gave him a good fucking) he said, while laughing loudly.

  Without warning, Brian quickly wrapped his left arm around Ramiro’s throat, and turned him around while disarming him. Ramiro tried to resist and Brian placed a hard knee in Ramiro’s side, causing the nerves to command his legs to stop working. Leaning back on Brian in pain, Ramiro felt the cold steel of his handgun pressed against his temple and heard Brian screaming in Spanish, “Tiren sus armas o le vuelo los sesos!” (Drop your weapons or I’ll blow his brains out!)

  “No lo hagan!” (Don’t do it) Ramiro yelled at his men.

  “Tienen tres segundos!” (You have three seconds)

  “Brian, stop!” Rose said as she got up from her chair. “Let’s just do what they say. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

  Looking around and assessing his chances of getting out of the situation alive, Brian nodded and slowly let Ramiro go. Infuriated, Ramiro quickly spun around swinging, but Brian sidestepped his strike, causing Ramiro’s forward momentum to propel him out the bungalow’s front door and onto the sandy ground. Jumping up and cursing, Ramiro lifted up his right pants leg and pulled out a ten- inch knife. Leaping to his feet, he charged at Brian, but just before he was within range to do harm, Rose jumped in his path.

  “Carnal, stop this. We’ll go with you. But I can’t let you hurt him.”

  Breathing heavily while looking at Rose and then glancing over her shoulder at a grinning Brian, Ramiro kicked the sand beneath his feet and stormed off towards the waiting vehicles just outside the bungalow.

  “Vamonos!” Ramiro yelled, and his companions forcefully pushed the two lovers out of the bungalow towards the vehicles.

  Two hours later, Brian, Rose and their “escorts” arrived at the Martillo de Dioses’ main compound and Brian began to attentively assess his surroundings as they drove through large steel reinforced gates that led into a sprawling thirty-acre estate. The afternoon breeze blew the palm trees and hibiscus bushes back and forth, giving the compound an aura of paradise. But once the motorcade drove past several storage structures filled with large quantities of drugs and weapons, paradise vanished and danger stood in its place. One of the men sitting in the back of the truck suddenly noticed Brian’s curiosity and warned him to look ahead or lose his eyes.

  After driving on a winding dirt road for ten minutes, the motorcade came to a halt and everyone dismounted. Two armed men escorted Brian towards the front of the truck and he found himself standing in front of a massive mansion, with a shirtless Hector Ayala standing in front of its large hand-carved wooden doors. He was an exceptionally built, six foot three inch, black-haired Mexican in his mid-thirties, wearing a pair of acid washed jeans, staring at everyone with a pair of piercing blue eyes so vibrant, they made it difficult to look him directly in
his face.

  I may not get out of this alive.

  “Rosita! What the fuck were you thinking?” Hector yelled as soon as he laid eyes on Rose. “Get over here, right now! You could’ve been killed last night!”

  “Don’t yell at me, Hector, don’t you dare! I’m a grown woman and can go wherever I want, with whomever I want.”

  As Rose walked towards the angry drug lord, one of the armed men quickly made a fist, pounding it on his chest and yelled proudly, “Compañeros de armas.” (Brothers in arms)

  Rose’s eyes suddenly set aflame as she pulled her hand back and slapped the saluter across the face. The sound of her hand connecting with the armed guard’s face seemed to echo throughout the entire thirty acres that surrounded them. Brian braced himself as he prepared for the guard to retaliate, but the guard’s only response was bowing his head and apologizing repeatedly.

  “Don’t you ever salute me like I’m a part of this bullshit! You hear me, you fucking idiot?” “Si,” the guard responded humbly.

  Hector and the other men looked at each other smiling, appearing unmoved by Rose’s reaction to being greeted with the cartel’s salute. Rose then turned her attention to Hector and began to yell at him in Spanish. Brian looked on in shock as Hector and Rose argued like an old married couple for several minutes. Annoyed and impatient, Ramiro rolled his eyes and strolled to Hector’s side and began whispering in his ear. Suddenly, the argument stopped and Hector turned his attention towards Brian. Looking him over for nearly a minute, he gestured for his men to bring Brian inside the mansion. Rose’s eyes widened with fear, as she watched the men shove Brian towards the mansion and she scurried behind Hector, demanding to know what he was planning to do with Brian. Hector and Rose began speaking in lowered voices and Brian strained his ears to hear their conversation, but he was unable to make out anything they were saying. Eventually, Hector pointed his finger directly in Rose’s face, and then down a hall to their right. Rose hesitated and then turned to look at Brian and he could see them filling with tears right before she slowly walked down the hallway; leaving him alone with the most notorious drug lord in Mexico.